A glass half full

I had been, for the past twenty years, an optimist when it comes to living and everything that goes with it. The lady in me, scared as ever, still sees a green light where there’s red everywhere. After having to go through a huge emotional suffering two and half years ago, I’m still glad that I have come to the peak of what I can call my purpose-driven life. And yes, the purpose is none other than you.

The year 2006 was the darkest year I ever had. The healing was an agony itself. And you coming into my life was the greatest relief. I admit, yeah, you might say I was insensitive. I was dumb to believe that you were just one person among the crowd. And indeed, I rejected you for the simple reason that you were too packed in your box world, and I was too stubborn to unpack you up.

I was too focused and forgot to notice you, not that you didn’t make an impact, I was just looking at the wrong direction.

Just when it felt like the world was purely empty, you gave me a half full.

Side Note: YES! I am a glass half full. I want to thank the guy who sees the glass as half empty, all because he supplements the fact that I am indeed unwhole – without him; all because he fills it in, with love more than anyone could ever ask for. You saw me as your truth, your happiness. Who would dare ask for more?